I don’t even know what time it was when Owen crawled into bed with me but thankfully we both fell back asleep quickly. I am not sure I was ever fully awake. He didn’t want me to get up to go to the bathroom but I told him I had to. The morning went fast. Once I got up he wasn’t far behind me. He went to the bathroom and then he stood by the light waiting to turn it off after I got my coffee. We got back to my room and we laughed at Curious George and several other videos. We got dressed and headed out to wait for the bus. He talked about going to dinner with our family. I wanted to work on his exercises and he wanted to listen to Siri translate phrases into other languages. I told him that we would compromise. For every animal, he walked like we would also translate phrases. He walked like a monkey with me, making the sounds as he did it. I asked him what he wanted to be translated and he said, “I want chocolate milk please in Arabic.” he then walked like a bunny and a kangaroo for me. About that time the bus came around the corner. He was off to school with a big smile. I wasn’t sure what would happen when he got home because it was raining and a lot of times when it’s raining that’s the end of the day for us and we’re not going anywhere else. He has a hard time processing the rain. My mom said we should play it by ear when he gets home. Well playing it by ear is what we do best I think. He wanted to stay home because “it’s raining and it’s not April” when it should be raining and he is not going to grandma’s house because we were only going out to eat. Plus he said he has to go to school and therapy tomorrow. I told him I would ask him in a little bit if he changed his mind and he said, “no ask me,” walked to the refrigerator where his emotions magnets are, and said, “look she’s smiling.” He initiated all of this when he got off the bus. He then told me to change and he was taking a bath. And that was that he took off his clothes and he told me to go change and he wanted some snacks. There was no convincing him of going and on days like this I don’t try. He seemed very tired and between that and the rain, I knew it was better to stay home. He didn’t eat much after his snack. He came to me numerous times, wanting to watch videos with me or have me do the voice-activated option for different videos he wanted to watch. When it was bedtime he once again wanted to go to sleep on his own. We put on his pajamas and then he told me to go to the white bed. He got up once and came towards me, but he turned around and went right back to his bedroom. He was asleep within a few minutes. I’m praying that tonight he sleeps all night long. I’m thankful that he had a good day. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine all of the things that he goes through to get through his day. That was what today felt like. I’m thankful he was in a good mood and I’m thankful that we had a great night spending time together. Never give up on the hope for tomorrow. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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My sweet baby O is getting good about putting himself to sleep and staying asleep all night. Curious George for the win. He woke happy about his week ahead but there was also a concern about what he was going to do each day. I got dressed and then helped him. I wanted him to put his shoes and socks on by himself but he was in no hurry. He wanted me to help him but I want him to do it on his own. The skill is there but he still has trouble with the follow-through and sometimes the execution of each step. He doesn’t always put the right shoe on the right foot or he may have problems with the tongue and other parts but he can do it. I went to the bathroom before we went to wait for the bus and I splashed one dot of water on my pants when I washed my hands. This upset him. He wanted me to go change and then when I said no he wanted me to get a towel. I told him it would dry quickly but he was focused on it. The size of the wet spot was approximately as big as a dime. This is the emotional rollercoaster ride that sets us in motion. We needed to get outside but I needed him to be calm and not have a meltdown. I breathed and I told him that he needed to breathe and he needed to make a choice if he was going to let this upset him or if he was going to push past it so he could go to school. I told him that I understand this is upsetting but it is water. I want him to see and connect with what is upsetting him. I want him to look at the spot and find a way to see past it. He has to learn to redirect his energy and emotions so that he doesn’t have a meltdown over this. I constantly remind him that his emotions are valid but he has to make a choice if they are going to keep him from doing something he wants to do. I explained to him that if we didn’t finish getting ready he would miss the bus and not go to school. He loves school, he absolutely loves school so I stood there with him counting to ten and breathing. I then gathered up a little part of my jeans and folded it over the wet dot. I showed him how I folded it over and he could no longer see the spot. I emphasized this so that he understood he has control over moving forward. We were able to get outside and not once did he look at my jeans after that. Blue pants, water spots, bananas, and the list goes on are all things that we will most likely see every day in some form or another. He has to learn that he can get through all of these moments. It’s a long process to change the mind to focus on something else. This is where I want to cry. When your child is so passionate about a connection or emotional response to something it’s hard to know how to push forward. I research and research and research what could be causing this and what else we can try to help him through it. So now my hope lies in Curious George. He is the reason Owen is wanting to go to sleep on his own so maybe if I can get him to realize how much he likes and respects the man in the yellow hat it will help him to realize that people not in blue pants are wonderful as well. To go with our Curious George theme we were practicing how to walk like a monkey. He made the sounds but he didn’t walk with me. I showed him by moving his arms with mine and that helped with his movements. The bus turned the corner and his smile said it all. When he came home he was upset because the substitute bus driver went in the opposite direction on our road. He was beside himself crying. The bus driver felt bad. I told him I understood and I told Owen I know this was hard since his expectations were for him to go a different way but he was doing the best he could because this wasn’t his regular route. Again trying to make those connections for him even though he was extremely upset. I stood there breathing with him and gave him several hugs. We came inside and he started talking about going to dinner tomorrow night with our family and he was happier. He repeated the word “pomegranate” all night long and I’m not sure why. Once again he wanted to go to sleep without me in there. He gave me a big hug and told me to go to my room. It kind of cracks me up that he’s telling me to go to my room. Even with all the emotions today felt like a victory. We talked a lot about yellow pants. We also talked about kindness and grace. I pray for calm to continue to wash over him as he faces every new day. I’m thankful for his growth and we keep moving forward. We all got something and kindness matters. You are amazing and can accomplish anything if you set your mind to it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Sometimes it’s gratitude with an attitude that gets me through my day. And that attitude might be all over the map. Even on days that I see progress with Owen, my emotions can be rollercoastery. Our happy days don’t always coincide. Sometimes they do but sometimes his emotions or my emotions win out. I try to always remind myself of the progress though. Thankfully he slept through the night. We both woke a little early but it was only a few minutes. I think our routine is setting in again so he is happy. He loves using his Fire tablet to talk to Alexa. He has a hard time saying her name but with the tablet, he only has to push the button for her to respond. He loves asking for songs or words to be translated into other languages. This morning he said, “by mouse Mickey.” I’m not sure what song he was expecting but a song popped up and he laughed. He couldn’t wait for the bus even though he was avoiding getting dressed. We didn’t have long to wait for the bus to get here. He was talking about it being nighttime as we were waiting. He knew he was going to vision therapy when he got home too. When he came home and got off the bus he was on a mission. He told me he had to go to the potty and he did. He came in the door and quickly took off his jacket and safety belt. These are the days I dreamed of. I wanted his words so he could tell me his wants and needs. He can’t always express his emotions or answer questions but for him to be able to tell me he needed to go to the bathroom is huge for me. I get emotional about his words because I know how hard he has worked to get to this point. I always tell him he can do anything if he sets his mind to it. He took off his shoes but left his pants on. He had told me he wasn’t going to see the doctor. I think he was confused about his days even though he said earlier he was going to see her today it was all part of the returning of his routine that he was still questioning. Sometimes it’s about going through the motions and then he realizes what steps he needs to or wants to take. He did great at his therapy. I’m thankful for his progress and everything the doctor is helping us with. He told her he was going to eat with grandma on Wednesday. This wasn’t something we had planned but I told him that might work. I love how he told the doctor though. When we got home he asked for waffles. Since he got sick he has gotten his appetite back but he hasn’t been wanting as many different foods as he normally tries. I’m not pushing different foods on him right now since he is eating. I can’t believe he put himself to bed again. Curious George for the win. I tried to go into his room to check on him and he told me to “go to the white bed.” He got out of bed once but once I said something to him he went right back to his bed and told me to go “night night.” Hopefully, he will sleep through the night. I’m thankful for his laughter and delight and his eyes that sparkle bright. Find what makes your heart leap for joy and go after your dreams. Smiles to all and donut daze!
“Tablet,” I heard Owen say before I could really process if that’s what I really heard him say. He said it again. It all came into focus. Or maybe it was to it. I was awake and I knew it was too early to be awake. When my eyes could focus on the clock it confirmed it. It wasn’t even four o’clock in the morning and he was standing beside my bed requesting his tablet. I told him to go back to bed or lay next to me but he wasn’t getting his tablet yet. I tried to convince him that if he wanted to go to church he needed to go back to sleep. I’m not quite sure why or when I have ever thought this method would work but at four in the morning, it always seems to be my go-to choice. He went back to his room but it didn’t take him long to come right back to me. I tried again and this time I sent him back to his room with his tablet. That’s what I should have done the first time. We got ready for church and off we went. He did pretty well with the whole blue pants thing but he did tell one of my friends she needed to wear blue pants. I think she was the only one that I heard him tell and I made him apologize. Who knows when he will be done with the blue pants thing but I keep praying he will move on from it. He wanted chicken nuggets and a cheeseburger after church and he told me he can’t wait to go to “the little park and the little Donald’s.” He played his app so that he can make it do things that seem like it shouldn’t do. He somehow figured out how to stretch the sled. He said, “don’t go to the clouds anymore they changed it” and kept trying to go to the clouds anyways. He gets excited every time it starts doing the fireworks. I’m not sure how to move him through this either. He gets so upset because he is making the sled break yet he wants to play the game all the time and he wants it fixed but likes that it is broken. I try to explain it is not going to change back most likely but I don’t know if he understands that. He was watching Curious George and the man was in a robe. He called it something else that I couldn’t understand so I said it was a robe. He said, “it’s a robot in a robe.” I said I don’t think he is a robot. He said, “but he sleeps and talks.” He continued talking about sleep when he was watching Curious George. I realized this is why he may have decided he would go to sleep without me in the room. The guy said he would be in his room if he needed him so maybe that’s why Owen wants to be in his room now and tells me “night night mommy go to the white bed” so I’ll be in my room. This is night two of him wanting to fall asleep without me in his room. I’m kind of shocked. He only came out of his room once tonight and then was asleep . I pray he sleeps later than he did today. I’m thankful he had a good day and a happy smile on his face. Bring joy to your heart and let the sunshine be your guide to your happiness. Smiles to all and donut daze!
What’s old is new again. Once Owen got to sleep he slept all night and was technically a little late for us if you count after six late. He woke ready for his day. We were in slow motion but I was fine with that. He spent his morning laughing, singing, and playing on his tablet, occasionally bringing it to me to help him find something. “Let go there’s the candy cane there’s the barn it’s stripes red and green,” he said referencing his game. He went on, “they’re fireworks they are dots see the doootTsz.” I got him some new sneakers and he didn’t want to try them but I told him that if he didn’t like them he could take them off right away. He left them on but I can’t decide if they fit him better or not. It’s one of those deals where they are both easier and harder to put on than his other ones. The Velcro on these is easier to open but the shoe feels a little tighter so I hope that he will be able to do them on his own. He was happy to be going to “grandma’s house.” I know he was missing his routine the last few weeks. I went back later in the afternoon to pick him up and we took him to the park. He wanted to go get chicken nuggets and a cheeseburger with grandma and then they met me at “the little park.” When I was waiting for them I was watching some teens play on the basketball court. I was hoping they would leave by the time they got there. I wasn’t sure how Owen would handle them. They, fortunately, decided to leave but then two others came and decided to play. When they got to the court one of them dropped their backpack on the edge of the court. This did not go over well with Owen at all. He was spiraling quickly into a meltdown all because she put her backpack down. He was screaming and he tried to get the backpack. I wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t his and I told him that he couldn’t touch it. This was so incredibly hard. All I had to do was move it. All the girl had to do was move it. All I had to do was let him move it. But none of it happened right away. The only one that could move it was the girl. It was hers. I had to get him to understand that she had every right to have it where she wanted it but all I wanted to do was have her move it. How do I explain to him that I know it was not where it was supposed to be but this isn’t something he can always fix. Sometimes things will be in random places. It’s like blue pants. I can’t make the entire world wear blue pants. I made him count and breathe. He kept saying that the girl should leave but I told him if he couldn’t center himself that we would have to leave. I had him count to ten and asked him to breathe. It took him a couple of times but once I told him that he would have to go home he repeated it to himself and then he was able to deal with it. I’m trying to get him to realize we are the ones that would have to leave and I understand this is hard and important to him but he has to learn to deal with the consequences of his actions and reactions. I know it’s so much for him to process. For everyone to process. The girl finally moved her backpack and that helped. At one point their ball came in our direction and instead of giving it back to them, he kicked it away. He didn’t understand that at all either. This didn’t upset him he just knew he wanted to kick the ball. They were understanding about it and he did get the ball and give it back to them. I don’t always know how to explain something to others when I don’t always understand it myself. I’m thankful we were all able to move forward with it. I can only imagine what he goes through if a backpack on the basketball court sent him into meltdown mode. I want him to understand his emotions are valid but he also has to understand that even though this is something that upset him he cannot focus on it because random things like this will happen all the time. It’s a fine line. The visual cues trigger so many emotions for him. I don’t want him to ever think they are not important to him or me but I do need him to understand that he has to figure out how to work around them to keep order in his mind. I’m thankful he was able to recover enough to enjoy his time riding his bike. He told me that he couldn’t wait to get his bike with pedals. He kept throwing his bike to the ground and then dramatically laying on the ground saying he fell. When he was little he would do this all the time. It was some of our first interactions and conversations. It was a way to build in those cues for making sure he knew how to tell me if he was hurt. I would ask him if he was ok and he would say, “I’m ok I fell.” When we came home he ate his dinner and bedtime was a whole new experience for me. He wanted to go to bed on his own. He let me tuck him in his blanket about ten times and got out of bed several more times to tell me “night night mommy go to white bed” but he fell asleep in his room alone. He’s growing up. I’m thankful for his growth today. It felt huge. I don’t always have the right answers or know how to handle something but I’m thrilled with how he was able to calm himself and move forward. Our lives are not always easy to explain but our love sure is. Dream big and know that you can accomplish all things if you set your mind to it. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I’m thankful we are sleeping again. Well that Owen is sleeping again. I’m still not sleeping great but I guess I never really sleep great. He woke in another wonderful mood. I was standing in the kitchen but he immediately went to the bathroom without me needing to tell him. I was almost done getting my coffee when he went to stand by the light. He was ready. I love hearing his laugh. Our internet has been going in and out a lot the last few days. Somehow he made a connection with airplane mode and he says, “when it is not connecting.” I’m not quite sure why he wants to turn airplane mode on but he does and then he goes through the process of turning it on and off. He has not been able to focus on putting on his socks. He starts squealing as soon as he goes to put them on. I’ve been giving him extra time in the morning, hoping that it will give him more time to focus but instead I think it has made it harder on him. He is also struggling with his sneakers. The Velcro is very strong so he has a hard time opening his shoes to put them on and then to make sure the tongue is in the shoe. I got him a new pair that has a different style of Velcro and is also bluer but so far he hasn’t wanted to even try them. I wanted him to stay on the porch when we were waiting for the bus because it was cold and windy but he wanted to wait by the sidewalk. He doesn’t want to miss a thing. He was excited for the bus to come. He was already in Friday mode as soon as he woke up so I knew when he came home he wouldn’t want to go anywhere and instead prepare for his Saturday at grandma’s house. I knew this weekend would mean even more to him since we had been so sick and didn’t get to do our routine activities. When the bus dropped him off the bus driver said that he has great conversations with Owen. This made my day. He is always talking to him and asking him questions. I love how the morning and afternoon crew both are fully invested in helping him grow. He kept singing a song about “flowers dance.” I asked him if he could show me the dance and he moved around and then ran off to play. He told me he wanted shrimp for dinner but I didn’t have any more. He then said chicken but he didn’t want chicken so he told me to “throw it in the trash.” This is what’s hard about food. When he wants something that’s what he wants. I will have to get him some more shrimp because I forgot we were out. He wanted his “blue pillow blue Spider-Man pillow” in his bed. “There’s a ghost in the blue bed woo hoo wooo hoooo,” he said. The fake snoring started almost immediately. It had a ghost accent if snoring could have an accent. He said, “I love you good night” but sleep did not come quickly tonight and every time I thought he was asleep he would then start saying “grandma grandma.” I’m hoping that he will sleep through the night and not keep waking up. Friday nights are hard and he wants his Saturday to go off without a hitch. And I want that for him too. His laughter is the song of my soul. Find the melody that is music to your ears and know that your story is important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Sleep is a beautiful thing. I’m so glad that Owen has been sleeping better. This morning was pretty much a rinse repeat of yesterday except he came to my bed about fifteen minutes earlier and fell right back asleep. “My name is Brian he’s a man,” he said as he was watching a video. He names people now. He randomly selects names unless he can figure out the person’s name. He generally does not ask someone that he meets in person what their name is but instead calls them either Jax or Amy. I’m not sure how those became the current go-to names either. We had a really good morning. And then the bus whisked him away and he knew I would be picking him up for therapy. His teacher said he had a great day and he was ready for therapy. When we left his school he started his little chant “mommy can go to therapy.” He has been wanting me to go in with him lately. I’m fine with it but I also want him to do some of the sessions alone so that he will do it without me as a distraction. He had three really great sessions. Each one of his therapists has developed a wonderful connection with Owen and I can see incredible progress with him. The way he handles each activity has completely transformed since he started going. His maturity level plays a big role in this as well. I saw a lot of progress. He made a huge stack with connecting blocks. I can see his fine motor skills developing more each day. His speech teacher worked with him on the L sound. It is probably one of the hardest letters and sounds for him. In physical therapy, he kicked a soccer ball and today was the first day I have ever seen him use that much power behind his kick. It was amazing to watch. He did not want to go anywhere besides to see the windows when we left. I thought he might want to go get chicken nuggets but he said no. He was happy when we went by the windows and then we came home. He read several of his books to me. When we walked in the door he immediately noticed I had picked up all his books that were scattered all over the living room. He was not thrilled with this and wanted to know where several of them were right away. Once I located them he was calm the rest of the night. He brought me his tablet to charge and then he ran to play. Within seconds he was back and he said, “the green tablet does not have battery.” I thought that was very descriptive and I liked his thought process. He didn’t eat a huge dinner but he did eat a lot of snacks. As the day wore on I think I might finally be feeling better and the same for Owen. It’s been a long week with all of this so I’m glad to be turning the corner from it all. I’m thankful for a good day with my sweet baby O. Nothing’s better than watching my baby grow. Find what makes you happy and shout it from the rooftops. Your smile is important. Smiles to all and donut daze!
Sleep is a beautiful thing. Thankfully Owen is sleeping again. Me, not so much. I’m not back to the not sleeping because I can’t sleep but still the not sleeping because I’m not completely feeling well. Owen woke almost joyful, that seems the best way to describe it. We were quickly back to our routine like the Christmas break didn’t even take place. I went to the bathroom, he went to the bathroom, I fixed my coffee, and he stood with his hand on the light switch like it was the pulse to everything that was happening next. As soon as I closed the refrigerator door and picked up my coffee that light was out and he was in pursuit of his tablet. I like the morning time we have together on these days. He sits with me playing on his tablet and sharing tidbits of information until it is time to get ready. He was excited. He knew he was going on the bus. Once we walked out that door he was clearly focused on two things, talking about French and the bus coming around the corner. I tried to work on some of his eye exercises but that wasn’t something he wanted to do. When the bus turned that corner he was ecstatic and off he went. I couldn’t wait to hear if he would tell me anything about his day. When he got off the bus he wanted to talk about the aide not wearing blue pants. I’m not even sure what to try to distract him with any more. The blue pants thing is in full swing again. It was the storm after the calm. He probably had been sitting calmly on the bus the whole time and then he saw she wasn’t wearing blue pants and he got upset. I was hoping that it would be forgotten, knowing it wouldn’t. I wanted to cry. After we got past that he started talking about all his requests for places he wanted to go and a new one with a twist. He wanted to go to Chuck E. Cheese so that he could talk with BeatBo and the robots he saw there. He told me I needed a hug when we got inside. After he finished eating his snack he came and sat in my lap singing with me. Then he started watching a video about the Peekaboo Sesame Street app. For whatever reason, it’s no longer an option as an app. This is not something that I can explain to Owen. He can watch it on YouTube but he can’t play the game anymore. It’s hard trying to explain something that you don’t understand yourself. He was watching another video and he came to me. “It’s a ballerina,” he said. I asked him if he could dance like a ballerina, holding my hands above my head. He made this musical sound that was almost guttural and then flapped his hands in front of his eyes and spun around. It was one of the most beautiful dances I had ever seen. He said he wanted “chicken nuggets and get in the drive-thru.” I said we could go tomorrow after his therapy. Then he said, “no chicken nuggets after therapy.” He went on, “go home see the windows” and went on “chicken nuggets from the little Donald’s.” I think he was calling it the little Donald’s since we call it the little park where he rides his bike. He was full of conversation as the night went on. The light had to be on again as fell asleep. I pray this is another night of sleep for my sweet baby O. He is so happy to be back in his routine. Find happiness and keep your smile shining bright. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I woke up several times last night. But thankfully Owen slept. Sometimes I wake up just to go check on him. Last night was one of those nights. I hear every noise and then I have to check to make sure he didn’t hear them. I’m thankful he is back to sleeping better. He didn’t wake until after six. He came to me with a mission but he was in a good mood. He wanted his tablet and to go see grandma. I scooped him up and started tickling him. This was probably not the wisest thing since he hadn’t gone to the bathroom yet but he laughed and it was nice to see the happiness shine in his eyes again after being so sick. I told him to go to the bathroom and then he could have his tablet. Off he ran. A few minutes later he came back for his tablet while I was getting his breakfast started. He knew he was going to grandma’s house but neither one of us was moving very fast. I was fine with that. He started playing one of his favorite apps and in general, he always uses the same sled unless I play with him. Today was the day. I always tell him to try different sleds that I want to see them. I’ll try one and occasionally he will let me finish the race with it but most of the time he closes the app and moves on. When I was putting his breakfast on the table he was using another different sled. I was excited. He was able to do all the things he does with his favorite sled and he still found a way to stretch it out like the app isn’t supposed to do. I watched him as he finished each race and then got a different sled. This was a huge step for him to keep trying the different sleds. I let him know how proud of him I was. We started getting ready to leave and it seemed like time stood still even more. We finally walked out the door in between the times that it was raining. The rain gets me. I’m always worried it is going to cause a huge meltdown. We got to my mom’s and he was so happy to be there. He stayed for several hours. In the morning before we left, he said he wanted to go to the park and ride his bike. He also said he wanted to “go to the drive-thru for chicken nuggets french fries plain cheeseburger.” However, when he got to grandma’s house he decided he didn’t want to do it until he said he didn’t want to do it so we did it when he decided he wanted to do it. He had about five minutes at the park because the rain came down. Thankfully he didn’t get upset and moved right along to going with my mom to get his food. I followed them. He doesn’t want to go inside. He wants it ordered through the drive-thru so he can go through the dialog from a video he watches. By the time they were done, it was pouring. My mom pulled up next to me but when I got out of the car the puddles were already deep. We decided to go under the cover of the gas station. Thankfully by the time we got home, it had slowed down tremendously. We were able to get inside without a huge meltdown. I thanked God over and over and over again. He had lots of conversations with Alexa and he sometimes would ask me to help and other times he would ask on his own. “The Farmer in the Dell by kangaroo,” he said and she pulled up something that made him laugh. This went on for several other songs. He sat eating his dinner talking to Alexa and reciting the video he has heard countless times about the drive-thru. He wanted to make sure his cheeseburger had no lettuce on it. This wasn’t his question but he was saying it because it was on a video he had watched. He was beyond thrilled that tomorrow he gets to see his teacher again and ride the bus. Routine returns and he is happy. For some reason he now wants his nightstand lamp left on while he is falling asleep. I leave it on for a while and then turn it off when I’m going to bed. I wonder if he has a reason. One day I know he will be able to explain. He has made incredible strides and I’m extremely proud of him. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow. Know that you are incredible and can change the world. Smiles to all and donut daze!
It takes a lot to get back out into the world. Owen slept all night again and as much as I can tell we are on the mend I’m still overly cautious about us being out and about. I do not want him to get sick again and miss going back to school. With that being said we needed to get out of this house. I debated and debated but we were both feeling better so we meet my parents for breakfast. I waited to tell Owen because I didn’t want to get his hopes up. We don’t have fevers but he doesn’t understand that he can’t cough in someone’s face or that he shouldn’t be close to their face. He understands nothing about personal space. This is why I waited the extra couple of days before we saw them. They understand but I still didn’t want them to get this. It took us a while to get going. When you’ve been nowhere but the doctor’s office for over a week it feels different walking out your door. Owen couldn’t wait. He was happy we were going. He knew exactly what he wanted, “chicken gravy pancakes please.” He also knew “mommy’s go bye bye.” He was full of the directions and knew what he wanted. He missed seeing his grandma and every bit of our routine. I missed it for him and for me. It’s hard being sick and then add on top of that missing the people we want to be around most is even harder. He did great at breakfast and then off he went to spend a few hours with grandma. I’m thankful for their close bond. I remember my connection with my grandma and it was amazing. Later in the afternoon, I went to pick him up. As soon as I walked in the door he started saying, “grandma on Tuesday” like it was his little chant. It didn’t stop the entire time we were there. Today was our day to celebrate Christmas together since we had been sick. Owen had told me he wanted to give his grandma “a new hat a new octopus hat.” I try to let him be involved in the gift-giving decisions. I think it is important for him to understand that it is something we give from our hearts and that we want them to have. New hats are his go-to thing right now. And it’s kind of interesting to me that he doesn’t like when people wear hats but he loves talking about them. When she put it on he immediately wanted her to take it off. This is the pretty standard response for him so we weren’t surprised. We had a great afternoon and on the way home, he kept repeating that he wanted to see grandma tomorrow. If everything goes according to plan he will get to see grandma tomorrow. When we got home we ate dinner and then he was showing me his tablet. He was watching a video and he was telling me everything wrong. I can’t figure out why he does this. “It’s a lion,” he said when it was lemon and he kept going. He knew what all the objects were that he was saying incorrectly but he went through each one and did it anyways. Sometimes I think it is so he can see how I handle it. The night went quickly and he was asleep before I thought he would be. I’m so very thankful we are on the mend. Every day is a great day to be happy. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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AuthorI'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart. Archives
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